Seriously though, you have sooo many Baskall traits and you're only four. You are proof some qualities in a person are straight up genetic. There really is no other explanation.
It starts with your sensory issues. I'm not sure if you remember, but last year I wrote a post about how you are literally wearing ski boots larger than your older sister's because everything was "too tight."
To add onto this, you HATE wearing new shoes. You LOVE new shoes once they are broken in, but that process is long, tedious, and quite frankly annoying. You have an awesome new pair of grey Vans we bought you at the start of the school year, but you insist on wearing your old pair of Kohl's shoes that have holes now in each of the toes!
Your dad laughed as he mused you were like your Grandpa Baskall. See Grandpa Baskall had this pair of black shoes that he wore until literally both toes were completey worn through and I'm pretty sure at one point he put duct tape around them because "they were still good." Your dad made fun of Grandpa ENDLESSLY for this....and then you popped up. Oh my. You love your air conditioned, comfy shoes too!
It was daddy's 37th bday this week. His birthday fell on a Thursday and I wanted to take him out, just the four of us. You liked that. The next night though, Grandma Smith also wanted to take him out to eat. When I told you we were going to a restaurant again you loudly retorted, "AGAIN???"
Jace, going to restaurants is fun. Don't tell me you're that spoiled.
You were not having it. Why couldn't we just eat at home?? We already went out last night!! All I could do was laugh. My dad only goes out to eat because your Grandma Baskall enjoys it. He would much rather eat at home every night. Oh man Jace, if you aren't looking more and more like a Baskall, I'm not sure who is!
My last thought relates to a phenomenon your dad has called "hemitting." He says I have tendencies, I don't know. Don't believe him! At any rate, a hermit is a person who "lives in seclusion from society." Hey, I love people, don't get me wrong. I just really, really, REALLY love my home. I'm pretty sure that is where Grandpa Baskall is coming from too.
Anyway, for a preschool Thanksgiving craft, you wrote:
" I am thankful for my house, my bedroom, my bed, my sister, and my mommy and daddy."
It's cute because it's a testament to how much you love being home. Winter break was brutal. You loved being home all the time. Where your sister was always asking where we were going, you were content to stay in your happy bubble.
Grandpa Baskall tells this story of me. They had taken me on this great vacation road tripping for a week seeing some great sights. My dad was so happy he could provide me with such a great vacation. Upon it's completion, I walked into the house, pulling a stuffed animal I loved behind me, and announced to it, "Oh Wally, we're FINALLY home."
I'm a homebody too Jace. Remember though, a homebody is only a homebody because home is really that great. How fortunate are we that home is a place we wanted to be more than anywhere in the world? Love you little man. May you always know "home."
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